First ray of sunshine tearing through clouds

in the sky; golden morning reflects

on young green leaves of ash tree outside.

I sit on the balcony, sipping my coffee,

melancholic and alone. Fresh breeze

carrying smell of mowed green grass,

nature is alive, vast, if you listen carefully

you can hear it’s voice, and the Aare’s flow.

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